Merchants
****(POV)
I got lucky.
Good thing I came to this dwarven sword auction.
Something unbelievable happened.
Well, what matters is that I get this legendary sword to our main branch in the city as soon as possible.
I quickly exit the shop and order my followers to keep track of the man that just left.
A normal-looking young man that somehow got hold of such a thing.
It doesn't make sense.
I usually have a good flair for powerhouses.
He is not one for sure.
He doesn't have the confidence of one.
Being in power for long leaves traces.
Just the posture is a giveaway usually.
One that overlooks the rest of the world.
I enter the carriage I came in and we depart.
On the way, I get a report.
All the men I sent got taken down.
Seems to be the doing of the iron guardians.
Tch, how annoying.
Hopefully, he doesn't have a deeper secret.